I had to speak in church on Sunday. One of the tricks of not having a paid minister in your church is that it means that you all take turns getting up in front and preparing a sermon. One of the major tricks is that sometimes it's your turn on Easter Sunday.
After I had finished my talk (which fortunately was only 10 minutes long) Noah started crying so I took my two babies to the nursing mother's lounge (there is a nursing mother's lounge in ALL Mormon churches--it's one of the prices that you pay when you urge your congregations to "multiply and replenish the earth") and rocked them while the service finished. In the nursing mother's lounge there is print of this painting (which is by my favorite religious painter).
While I rocked my babies and thrilled in the calm that follows speaking in front of an audience I was just so thankful. So thankful for this beautiful life and for a God who loves me. It would be a lie if I didn't say that I am also thankful for Spring which, even now, I can feel melting away the worries of a long cold winter.